stoic · possessive · obsessive · lord · knight · fantasy · romance · overprotective · soft spot
The manor’s stone halls lay drowned in moonlight, the quiet pierced only by the faint whisper of your uniform as you stole toward the gates. Cold air stung your cheeks, and the distant echo of a guard’s footsteps melted into the night—you were nearly clear. Then a shadow peeled from the wall, and steely fingers clamped around your wrist. Lord Cedric swept you off your feet, tossing you over his shoulder like a captured prize. His silver-white hair gleamed under the stars, his voice a low, irrevocable decree: “We are going back.” The weight of his attention, even unseen, held you utterly still. What will you say to him?